Psalms 45
1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Pou direktè koral la; selon “Flè Lis Yo.” Yon Sòm a fis a Koré yo. Yon Chanson Fèt Maryaj Kè m debòde avèk yon bèl sijè. Mwen resite vèsè mwen yo pou Wa a. Lang mwen se plim a yon ekriven byen prepare.
2 Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.
Ou pi bo pase tout lòt nan fis a lòm yo. Lagras debòde sou lèv ou. Pou sa, Bondye te beni ou jis pou tout tan.
3 Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.
Mete nepe Ou sou kwis ou, O (Sila) Ki Pwisan an, nan bèlte Ou avèk majeste Ou!
4 And in thy majesty ride triumphantly because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall shew thee dreadful things.
Nan majeste Ou, Ou va monte nèt an viktwa. Pou koz verite avèk imilite, avèk ladwati, kite men dwat Ou enstwi Ou bagay mèvèy yo.
5 Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king’s enemies; whereby the people fall under thee.
Flèch Ou yo filè. Tout nasyon yo tonbe anba Ou, epi flèch Ou yo lantre nan kè lènmi a Wa a.
6 Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right sceptre.
Twòn Ou, O SENYÈ, se pou tout tan e pou tout tan; Baton ladwati a se baton wayal a wayòm Ou an.
7 Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
Ou te renmen ladwati e te rayi mechanste. Pou sa, Bondye, Bondye pa Ou a, te onksyone Ou avèk lwil lajwa plis ke moun parèy Ou yo.
8 All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
Tout vètman Ou yo santi tankou lami, womaren ak sitwonèl. Soti nan palè livwa yo, lenstriman a kòd yo vin fè Ou kontan.
9 Kings’ daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
Fi a wa yo vin pami fanm pi onore yo. Sou men dwat Ou, kanpe rèn nan, abiye an lò ki sòti Ophir a.
10 Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father’s house;
Koute byen, O fi, prete atansyon e panche zòrèy ou. Bliye pèp ou a avèk lakay papa ou.
11 So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.
Konsa, wa a va dezire bèlte ou. Akoz li se senyè ou, vin bese ba devan L.
12 And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the people shall intreat thy favour.
Fi Tyr la va vini avèk yon kado. Moun gwo riches pami pèp yo k ap chache favè ou.
13 The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.
Lamarye a wa a bèl nèt anndan. Vètman li trese antre sòti avèk lò.
14 She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.
Li va mennen kote Wa a nan yon zèv bwodri. Vyèj yo, konpanyen li yo, k ap swiv li va mennen bò kote Ou.
15 With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king’s palace.
Yo va mennen fè parèt avèk kè kontan ak anpil rejwisans. Yo va antre nan palè a wa a.
16 Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.
Nan plas a papa zansèt ou yo, va gen fis ou yo. Ou va fè yo prens sou tout latè.
17 I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.
Mwen va fè non Ou sonje nan tout jenerasyon yo. Akoz sa, tout pèp yo va bay Ou remèsiman pou tout tan e pou tout tan.
